Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from the Neutral Strip;
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches dark,
And the are a-singin' to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was there I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and come to in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the boys kinda treed,
Till the leader got to "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' the hall
As a of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller that came from ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come when "a shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely critters; now an' let 'em go,
"Climb the vine 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

Don't tell me cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just the cake with me.
I'm sick of shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."